"So we're going to have a marshmallow roast picnic in this frozen wasteland?" Gwenpool bit into the white cloud-like puff and narrowed her eyes. "This reminds me of summer camp. On summer nights, everyone would eat these around the bonfire while telling ghost stories. It just wasn't this cold back then."
Su Ming nodded in deep agreement. Roasting marshmallows in this environment really did feel a little off; it lacked the right atmosphere. "We still have time. How about I take you to the DC Universe for some training? Do you know Wildstorm Comics? They have their own corresponding multiverse too. I passed through there after the Source Wall shattered."
Miss Pu'er's eyes shifted from left to right, then slid back to the left again. "I've heard of it. They're the ones who made that superhero team, Stormwatch, right? DC bought them later."
"Yeah. There's a guy on that team named Deathblow, supposedly the good-guy version of Deathstroke."
Su Ming stood, finished his soda, and let out a contented breath. "But that's not the point. Did you know the comic version of Friday the 13th is also in the Wildstorm multiverse? Let's roast marshmallows at Crystal Lake. I think Jason chasing you might awaken some of your physical potential."
"No! Do you really like watching serial killers chase high school beauties that much? That hobby is way too twisted."
Gwenpool immediately rolled her eyes. She liked listening to ghost stories at summer camp bonfire parties, not personally taking part in a summer camp ghost story!
Little Wong, who had been unable to get a word in, instead began frantically writing in his notebook. Today, the Sorcerer Supreme had once again smoothly conversed with another mentally ill girl using words he could barely understand.
"How about the 30 Days of Night